Reaching the vicinity of Navajo Mountain, Powell thought of climbing it, but an inquiry as to the state of the larder received from Andy the unpleasant information that we were down to the last of the supplies; two or three more scant meals would exhaust everything edible in the boats.

So no halt was made.

On the contrary, the oars were plied more vigorously, and on the 6th we saw a burned spot in the bushes on the right,--there were alluvial bottoms in the bends,--and though this burned spot was not food, it was an indication that there were human beings about; we hoped it indicated also our near approach to the Crossing of the Fathers.
Horses and men had recently been there.

Noon came and the surroundings were as silent, unbroken, untrodden as they had been anywhere above the burned spot.

Though there was little reason for it, we halted for a dinner camp, and Andy brought out a few last scraps for us to devour.
Hillers threw in a line baited with a small bit of bacon and pulled out a fish, then a second and several.